The Forrest City times., 1887-11-19
CHAPTER II.
q WILL GO MYsELF.n

4 The Duchess of Meath felt then Almost in despair. She could say no more. She had used every arguement, every persuasion possible, She had #Rppealed to every sentiment that she lknew existed In Mrs. Grey's heart, and lt had been all in vain; yet she could pee from the troubled, sweet face, that 3t was not matter of obstinacy. Sud zdenly new idea occurred to her, and ehe made her last appeal. A Mrs. Grey" she said, 'I have Failed in my mission, utterly fatled. em surely disappointed, my husband and my father will be the same. have Hailed, as last resource, will you see ny father, Lord Stairs'' 3 A perfect daze of pain seemed to fall over the pale face and violet eyes; a < Hook like that of a hunted animal at bay 3$crept into them.
 8 My father," continued the duchess, 'is a kindly, generous man, he has had xh great sorrow in his life, Let him see N you, Mrs. Grey"
 s "Your father, Lord Stalrl" she an- Spwered, in low hoarse voice, "Lord 1 Btsir come here to see me?' ET She paused, for the rush of memory Was too strong for her. The concert Boom whore she had seen him first 0he garden at Inisfall where he had Eooed her, where he had promised to Bake the rise of the happiness of her Jife-the long months spent with him n Oakcliffe-all rushed over her. She owayed to and fro, Ike one who walks pnsteadily in sleep.
 1T am quite sure," continued the kindly young voice, ''that evenif you 8Nill not trust me, you will trust him. < Ny father gives,to every one sense Of wrotection and comfort. You will trust Aim"
 As& My only trust Is in Heaven !" she ueplied. "I have no other"
 But you will see my father? l urge q, because I know good will come of 1t. He wanted to come."
 Mrs. Grey repeated the words after Ter with the air Of person perfectly 0azed.
 'He wanted to come and see mep" he said, slowly; ''to see me?" "Yes; but persuaded him to let me pme in his stead. 1--I thought 1 had nome little influence over you, and hat could persuade you to trust in ne !"
 Fl can not see Lord Stair" she cried,
 ohemently. II will not see.him. IT
 o should come hear, shall fall dead. !"
 De stopped, suddenly remembering Q that the passion ofher words would s1otray. '.I will see no one here in this Nne place-in this vile dress. If you Xaye heart of pity, heart of grace, do not bring LoId Stoir here"
 "Why should you fear to see him? e would be most kind to you!"
 Ah, why? She would rather see the 1nme of lightning which should strike 7 Eod dead than see him. She controlled A3rself; she felt that her agitation and Hmotion must betray her. The duchess { Wss looking at her with wondering oyes.
 *sI wish," she continued, 'that you would see him, but forgot. You wish oo keep your secret, and he would know ~ once whether you were Phebe
 bkern or not"
 She asked with faltering lips:
 Does he your father, remember k0rbe Askern?"
 ' Yes; she was a tall, fair woman, he
 ys. and though he saw little of her could recognize her face. He would D to see her. He thinks she would
 ow more than he does of the last
 DTS of my mother" softened, tender light came Into
 sad face.
 Does he think so much, then, of this
 t mother" she asked. & es; he thinks of her always; he
 D thought of her continually. He led her very dearly. She was the < ~1Iy love Of his life. If you are Phebe
 kern you must know how he loved
 f and how 1t would comfort him to ] - you-to know if you were with her XSen she died-to know how she died" !"
 *iIushl" said Mrs. Grey. "I can not n61r it. l can not sec Lord Stair. It 1all a mistake," she added wildly. eOuld tell him nothing. wish-ah, Haven l-I wish that were dead!"
 There was such utter despair in her vSlce that the Duchess Of Meath was Gtaftled; there was something almost Wore thRn human in the cry.
 ~l will say no mora about it, since 1t Addresses you, Mrs. Grey. Must l 0eeye you with this miserable sense og lo}hre, upable 70 elicit Any Information